As fate was fold

Valekin sung, deeds told
Come walk by me, away on to desert-place
Here is straw, mountains forelain to Your feet
Merry will meet, and merry may partGuests and visitors chime, integrating all?
With resonant spirits, and intellect resound
None are lost, all is boundAs by loom, I do take to weave

“Golden straw? Starlit sheen—”

Hail, my Guardian; how well we met!
Forbidden, not forsaken; traveller’s net

How lovely to remember; precious you are, Friend
Stand with me near patio’s door